Apr 2015
It's remarkable you know? I mean you were put on this earth with no unoriginal quirk in your mind. Your brain was painted with neurons of hope and expectations for the best.
When we were barely able to speak properly, and our hair ran in all different direction, our mind did as well.
We to anyone that's everyone clearly stated that 'we', yes 'we ran the world.'
Things begin getting gloomy as the fog hit our minds, and the only thing we could ever worry about was who if anyone at all admired a broken compass like ourselves.
We chased fake love until the night ran out of dust and tears, made rules, regiments, and diets to follow, and in the end, still were convinced that who we were could never be good enough.
Money piled up in our brains but never in our banks, and we began working harder than we ever thought we could under someone who's only concern was that they were 'above us'. But they weren't, not literally at least.
Consumed by time that only ever made us worry about our life even more, we left our dreams in a silver bin in dark alley.
We finally take that one wise choice that reminds us why we started living in the first place, because 'we', yes 'we run the world.'
We put our lives together like a mosaic as we take the shattered pieces, and we put them together unlike anything else ever made. We eventually find someone that will look at us, and seem how amazing and phat we are.
They can look at the way we scrunch our eyebrows when we're thinking or the way we bit our lips when we're nervous like a kid at a kid store, because they can never get enough of how remarkable we really are.
We can finally get up and propose our dreams to the mirrored image in our mind. We push our selfs to the extreme in one way or another, and whether it be good or bad, well, that's your decision.
(j.a.r.)
When we were barely able to speak properly, and our hair ran in all different direction, our mind did as well.
We to anyone that's everyone clearly stated that 'we', yes 'we ran the world.'
Things begin getting gloomy as the fog hit our minds, and the only thing we could ever worry about was who if anyone at all admired a broken compass like ourselves.
We chased fake love until the night ran out of dust and tears, made rules, regiments, and diets to follow, and in the end, still were convinced that who we were could never be good enough.
Money piled up in our brains but never in our banks, and we began working harder than we ever thought we could under someone who's only concern was that they were 'above us'. But they weren't, not literally at least.
Consumed by time that only ever made us worry about our life even more, we left our dreams in a silver bin in dark alley.
We finally take that one wise choice that reminds us why we started living in the first place, because 'we', yes 'we run the world.'
We put our lives together like a mosaic as we take the shattered pieces, and we put them together unlike anything else ever made. We eventually find someone that will look at us, and seem how amazing and phat we are.
They can look at the way we scrunch our eyebrows when we're thinking or the way we bit our lips when we're nervous like a kid at a kid store, because they can never get enough of how remarkable we really are.
We can finally get up and propose our dreams to the mirrored image in our mind. We push our selfs to the extreme in one way or another, and whether it be good or bad, well, that's your decision.
(j.a.r.)
